The Wrestling Match

If only they had offered a Girls Wrestling Team in high school.

I really could have used some sweet moves today.

Kean had his annual check up with the Pediatric Opthamalogist

and boy, oh boy, was it a doozy.

We had a lot of waiting.  Lots.

But that wasn't anywhere near the challenging part.

Phase one:  putting three drops of medicine in each eye.

Trust me, he's much, much stronger than he looks.

This is while we waited about 45 minutes in a room

away from all the other kids for his eyes to get dilated. 

 Phase two:  the trickiest part was holding him down and still while the doc

looked and tested his eyes.

I'm quite certain, Kean landed a few swift kicks to the poor guy.

I have this crazy hope that someday, someday I'll be

able to take him to a doctor's appointment and he'll be able 

to sit, cooperate and follow directions

(without kicking the doctor or biting the dentist).

I have a dream.....